Chapter Thirteen #3
Kieran turned his head and smiled at Finley. “Because the guard caught us or because we didn’t get to finish what we started?”
Finley’s breaths came fast. He glanced over and smiled but didn’t answer.
At least not with words, but he turned the truck into the parking lot of Dexter’s Roadside Motel not two minutes later.
Most of the lights were out in the sign, but it was lit up enough for Kieran to see rooms went for sixty-nine dollars per night.
Doubtful the price was a coincidence. Finley put the truck in park and closed his eyes.
“Well then,” Kieran said huskily.
Finley’s eyes snapped open and met his gaze. “What?” Kieran waggled his brows, and Finley looked around them. “Oh no. I wasn’t…I didn’t mean…”
Kieran tsked and shook his head. “That’s too bad.
I’d give every dollar I have for one night of kissing you.
” Finley sucked in a sharp breath. Kieran saw his pupils dilate even in the dimly lit parking lot.
“This wouldn’t be my first choice of a place to lay you down, but when in Rome or at”—Kieran reread the blinking neon sign—“Dexter’s Roadside Motel. ”
Finley fumbled his seat belt free and pushed his door open. “Kissing sounds great, but I’m not leaving this dive until you bury your monster cock in my ass.” He exited the truck, slammed the door, and jogged toward the motel office before Kieran could respond.
Alone with his thoughts, Kieran had enough time to think things through and talk himself out of going into a motel room with Finley.
That isn’t where his mind went, though. He was too busy thinking how this and everything to do with Finley felt right.
And for the first time in his life, Kieran had to acknowledge that the emotional connection between him and Finley fueled the physical attraction, not the other way around like he’d experienced with past lovers.
Of course he’d noted Finley’s gorgeous attributes.
Hell, he could barely tear his eyes off the man’s ass until he stepped inside the building and he had no other choice.
Finley’s looks weren’t the reason he’d stopped thinking about life after the ranch.
They weren’t the reason he pulled Finley into one silly conversation after another.
Kieran loved listening to him talk and discovering the quirky way his mind worked.
He loved how Finley never pushed to know more about him, even though curiosity shimmered in his green gaze.
The acceptance made Kieran want to divulge…
everything, something that had never happened until he’d met Finley.
And if he were honest with himself, Kieran had to admit to being more than halfway in love with his boss.
If he conceded that, he’d have to acknowledge what he’d give up when he walked away from the ranch.
Reasons for why this was a bad idea flooded his brain, threatening to drown him, until Finley pushed open the office door and strode purposefully to the truck.
Kieran shut down any part of his brain that wasn’t committed to making Finley Ashe come harder than he ever had before.
He unbuckled his seat belt and exited the truck, meeting Finley at the hood.
The gorgeous blond lifted his hand to show a plastic keychain dangling from his forefinger. Kieran cupped the back of his neck and pulled him forward for a hot, hungry kiss, not easing up until Finley whimpered so prettily in the back of his throat.
Kieran rested his forehead against Finley’s and closed his eyes.
“That sounded even sexier in person than in my fantasies.” Finley’s breath hitched, and Kieran reopened his eyes.
“It’s true. I’ve tried to stop wanting you and even thought I could rub you out of my system, but…
” He took a fortifying breath, still in disbelief that he was spilling all his secrets. “I only want you more.”
Finley wrapped both arms around Kieran’s neck and smiled up at him. “That makes me feel so much better. I was feeling guilty about all the times I rode my dildo while wishing it was you.” He stepped closer until they touched from head to foot. “Remember those times you asked if I was sore?”
Hell yes, he recalled the hitch in Finley’s step and the soft grunts that escaped now and then. Kieran opened his mouth to speak, but no words tumbled forth, so he nodded.
“I wore my ass out thinking about you, coming so hard I nearly blacked out.”
Finding his voice, Kieran said, “You’re the only person to make me come for almost two years.”
Finley gasped, stepped back, and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go. I don’t want to wait another minute.”
Their eagerness faltered once they stepped inside the motel room and got an eyeful and a whiff of Dexter’s accommodations.
It smelled like stale beer, greasy food, and three dozen ashtrays overflowing with cigarette butts.
It was hard to tell what color the walls, carpet, and bedspreads used to be under the decades of dirt and neglect.
A series of flamingo paintings hung on the wall, making Kieran think the décor might’ve matched.
The motif would work in Florida, but Colorado?
“Oh god,” Finley said, his horror mirrored in his voice and expression.
“I’ve stayed in worse places,” Kieran said. “I mean, at least there isn’t a steel toilet in the center of the room.”
Finley snorted and met his gaze. “Was that more jailhouse humor?”
“Trying to soften the disappointment. Are you willing to ignore the stench and the unsightly décor so I can plow your ass like you so eloquently requested, or should we find someplace else?”
Finley faced him. “And risk you changing your mind? Hell no.” He walked forward and yanked the bedding off the mattress, revealing some sketchy stains. “Not ideal, but you can bend me over and—”
Kieran cut him off with a hard kiss. Lust burst inside him like a flashbang grenade and fog filled his brain, blocking out everything but the man in front of him.
Their hands went into action, fingers once nimble now stumbling to release pearl snaps, belt buckles, and buttons.
Their mouths separated long enough to kiss or nuzzle the newly released skin until they were down to Kieran’s briefs and Finley’s fucking blue jockstrap.
Kieran slid his hand over one taut ass cheek. “Planning to ride, were you?”
Finley’s scorching gaze threatened to burn him up alive.
“A man could hope.” He reached forward and pumped Kieran’s cock through his briefs.
“Need this in me.” Kieran’s eyes drooped to half-mast when Finley slid a finger beneath the elastic band and traced the length of his shaft, producing a body-racking shiver.
He pulled his hand free and licked Kieran’s precum off his fingers.
“Need it now.” Finley bent over and retrieved his wallet from his jeans, putting that delicious bubble butt on display.
He removed a condom and lube packet and tossed them on the bed.
Kieran dropped to his knees behind him and shoved his face between his ass cheeks. Finley cried out and bucked forward, grabbing onto the bed frame for support.
“Fuck,” he called out when Kieran swirled his tongue over his quivering pucker and sucked it.
Finley didn’t just stand there and take it.
He reached behind him and gripped Kieran’s hair, then widened his stance to give him better access.
“Christ, I hadn’t let my mind go here.” Kieran wiggled his tongue against Finley’s opening, and Finley released the longest, loudest, and sluttiest moan he’d ever heard.
“Get in their deeper. Fuck me with your tongue.”
Kieran pulled back and spit on his crinkled entrance, using his saliva to work his tongue inside the tight rim, twisting and turning to make all his nerve endings sing.
Gripping Finley’s hips, Kieran worked his tongue in and out until Finley’s lustful cries turned into needy whimpers.
He ghosted his hands over Finley’s thick thighs, loving the way his muscles bunched and trembled.
Kieran pulled his tongue free and paid equal attention to Finley’s taint and firm balls before urging him to stand up straight. “Give me that dick,” he commanded.
“That’s my line.” Finley’s voice held a sweet pout, but he complied immediately, putting his drooling dick at eye level.
Kieran rested his ass on his heels and licked a slow path from root to tip, swirling his tongue to catch the trail of precum around the engorged head, then wiggled the tip of his tongue against the slit. “Mmmm. You taste so damn good.”
“Then get to sucking.” Finley fisted his hair and guided Kieran’s mouth down his shaft. The little minx liked to seize control, something Kieran hadn’t imagined but loved.
Kieran worked his shaft up and down, changing pressure and angles to build him to the edge and back him off before he fell over it.
When Finley’s entire body thrummed in frustration to match his growls, Kieran rose to his feet and devoured Finley’s mouth with a combination of passion and tenderness he never knew existed.
Finley kissed a path down his body, but Kieran halted him with a firm hand on his nape.
“I’m too far gone, and you wanted my dick in your ass,” Kieran reminded him.
Finley grabbed the condom and lube packets he’d dropped onto the mattress and handed them to him.
Then he turned around and bent over, bracing his hands on the cleanest spots on the mattress.
Kieran shoved his underwear down his legs, tore open the condom, and rolled it on.
Just that slight friction was enough to make his balls draw tight.
He squirted a tiny amount of lube on the latex and only worked his hand up and down enough to coat it thoroughly.
Then he squeezed the rest onto his fingers, rubbing them together to coat them well, and slid his middle finger knuckle-deep in Finley’s ass.
“Yessss,” the sexy blond groaned, pushing back and fucking himself. “Give me more.”
Kieran bit his right cheek hard enough to make him gasp, then gave him the two fingers he wanted. He worked them in and out until Finley’s first ring of muscle relaxed a little. Kieran pulled out of him, then lined his cock up against Finley’s pucker.
“Balls deep. Let’s go.”
Kieran placed one hand on Finley’s shoulder, the other on his hip, and impaled him balls deep in a single thrust, hard enough to drive him up onto his tiptoes. Finley’s cries of ecstasy were loud enough to rattle the walls.
“Again!” he shouted.
The walls rattled again, and Kieran realized the people in the next room were pounding on the wall to shut them up. Fuck them. He eased back and slammed into Finley, eliciting another exultant shout for Kieran to fuck him harder, faster, and longer.
“Never stop,” Finley begged.
A blush spread up his back, and Finley’s skin felt fevered wherever Kieran touched him. His pleading became incoherent when Finley reached down and started jerking himself off as Kieran plowed into him.
He leaned over Finley’s back and whispered, “Come for me now.” Then Kieran sank his teeth into his neck.
Finley’s body stiffened, and his breath caught in his throat.
His asshole clamped down tight on Kieran’s cock, and the air in his lungs escaped in short bursts as he jerked in Kieran’s embrace.
The scent of Finley’s release teased his senses, and he slammed home a few more times.
Kieran’s climax slammed into him, seizing the air from his lungs and muscles, then setting him adrift in a euphoric freefall as he flooded the condom.
He remained bent over Finley, fighting off an urge to cry because that hadn’t just been sex; it was something transformative.
Finley eased free, stood, and wrapped his arms around Kieran.
They kissed and panted until the last tremors left their bodies.
No one had ever felt so good in his arms, no coupling so right.
Finley broke off their kiss and leaned his head against Kieran’s collarbone.
“There’s so much more I want to do with you, but this place is so gross. ”
Kieran tangled his hands in Finley’s hair and tugged until their gazes locked.
“We’re consenting adults who know the score.
I have a cabin with four walls, a roof, and a door that locks.
This doesn’t have to be the end.” A little alarm went off in his head that he was sending mixed signals.
The closer they got, the harder it would be to say goodbye.
He’d be another loser to hurt Finley. But his cooler head didn’t prevail when he said, “You’ll need to be a little quieter, though. ”
“Got that right,” a man shouted from the other side of the wall.
Finley buried his head against Kieran’s neck and laughed until his body shook. Then he pulled back and gave Kieran the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen. “Deal.”
They sealed their pact with a series of kisses that alternated between sweet and hungry. Kieran reluctantly pulled back and said, “I better get Cinderella back to the ranch before midnight.”
Finley snorted but reached for his clothes. They cleaned up with a wet washcloth because Kieran was convinced the disgusting shower had been a crime scene at some point.
“I take it back,” he said when they stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the room. “Even jail was cleaner.”
Finley laughed as he leaned into him. Kieran wrapped his arm around Finley’s shoulders and pulled him flush against his body.
He couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever felt so happy, but that all shattered when they arrived at the truck, and he noticed the door was unlocked and someone had taken the camera equipment.
“No, no, no, no,” he groaned.
They’d been too focused on fucking to secure the vehicle properly. No, that was on him. He’d been the last one in the truck, and he was the one who’d let Finley down. Bad things happened when good people like Finley got tangled up with guys like him.